Chapter 26: The Path to Fame for the Young Substitute (5)

His annoyance had not yet subsided; even when helping out, he refused to utter words like "dead" or "never to be seen again." The cadre members behind him all gasped quietly, their gazes darting about—how could this young woman dare to speak so boldly?

By the time they finally managed to clear the dust from their eyes, Shanglu had already looped the rope around herself again and begun pulling the plow. In her left hand, she held a cup brimming with the fragrant scent of wine, likely some fruit wine she'd found within the shrine to the Earth God.

Yesterday’s events seemed not to have affected her much. As her colleagues from the company passed by, none gossiped or whispered among themselves. Under Milly's guidance, every newcomer joining the Sophora Shade Society underwent an initiation ceremony, surrounded by joyful and enthusiastic members.

As for grand protective formations for the family or sect, there were none to speak of. Green Ox Mountain had no defensive advantage; it was purely a production base. Only at harvest time did they need to leave some hands behind to guard against wandering cultivators pilfering crops.

Shi immediately got up to fetch the report, while Huo Mingchuan ate his lunch at a leisurely pace. She sat across from him, earnestly reporting on work matters.

In essence, Su Jing was the great benefactor of their Red Star Brigade. If anyone ever bullied her, he’d be the first to charge forward in her defense.

“What aunt? Who is whose aunt? Does she look that old? Shameless!” Xiangyu hurled curses at Duan Lang.

When he first arrived in this world, he’d known that entertainers here enjoyed a relatively high status, but only after reaching a certain height. With his current standing as an artist, he was still far from that level.

With the curse’s activation, a bolt of lightning shot forth from both my eyes and Second Uncle’s, striking the Twin Ghosts. With a miserable shriek, the Twin Ghosts were flung into the air, and at last, Second Uncle and I escaped danger.

The next day, Maho Adzuki, Nanami Aoyama, and Hideyoshi were once again practicing “Rainbow Taiji Fist” with Bai Xuejia on the playground. Tian Cong called Bai Xuejia, who hung up a few minutes later.

“You sustained grave injuries in your duel with Ye Feng, and finally died when your internal energy ruptured your organs. That should be a plausible cause of death, unlikely to arouse suspicion, right?” Kongmie sneered at the Demon Deity of Eromon.

Under her sinister control, the skulls of the spirit infants, which had been on the verge of splitting, slowly knit back together. A putrid, corpse-like green glow seeped from the hollow eye sockets of the spirit infants, spreading chill and decay all around.

On the dueling platform, Fang Shaoguo stood in golden martial attire, his hands empty, his entire body wreathed in true energy shaped like coiling dragons. He stood like a king returned. Within him, it was as if a river of blood burst forth, flooding the platform with a stench of carnage. This was the murderous intent he had honed over years of slaughter, so tangible it was almost physical, with countless resentful spirits swirling about him, suffused with deadly malice.

Lan Wangji called Duan Lang “Brother Duan” left and right, making Duan Lang’s heart itch with delight at the address.

When Lin Yi unfolded the Dao of Life and Death, one of his six great Dao insights, half an hour had already passed.

It wasn’t until the carriage vanished into the crowd that the Crown Prince recovered his senses, gave a mocking laugh, and turned away.

He had no desire to claim the life of this Emperor of the Xianfeng era of the Qing; after all, the man would die in a few years regardless. There was no need to rush matters now.

To convince everyone, Deng Chao hurried to upload more photos of others—Big Black Ox sprawled on the sofa, a leopard curled up on the ground.

“Haha, as long as you’re confident! Just a reminder—the Chunin Exams are on May 7th this year. Mingjing had better arrange his work in advance,” Asuma reminded with a cheerful smile.

The heavy infantry of the Tenth, Seventh, and Twelfth Legions battled fiercely at the front lines, while at the rear, the Roman cavalry, now separated from the main force, launched a savage charge on the Briton coalition’s rear under the command of Cavalry General Maximus.

Yet compared to the mounting casualties, what unsettled Apis most was the lack of food and water. Two days had passed without finding a single well; at this rate, in another two days the soldiers would begin to die. He suspected defeatism would spread through the legion by tomorrow.

Regardless of the outcome, Yuhai Group needed to establish this relationship to facilitate future cooperation.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, Apis drew his sword and shouted. It had been a long time since he’d needed to wade into battle himself; today, Apis once again experienced the gory chaos of close-quarters infantry combat.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” Xu Chao was baffled by his sister’s call, having no idea what she was talking about.

Li Mu imitated the training methods for new recruits from his home world, turning his body slightly, pretending not to hear.

Ye Tian nodded. Before long, the image of the Sword Elder faded from his mind.

“Who goes there! How dare you act so brazenly!” Suddenly, an angry roar rang out as a bearded, elderly man appeared. At a glance, his aura was upright and imposing, his square face only adding to his commanding presence.

“That’s right, we’ve actually been on a diet plan lately! Hehe, you thought we were still as chubby as before, but we’ve lost weight. Looks like this plan really works,” Bai Muxue lied again.

Lei Mang suddenly paused and reverted to his original sphere form, then rolled into Wu Ai’s hands, ingratiatingly nuzzling her palm with a little shake.

So angry she threw her ruler aside, leaned back in the grand chair, pressed her lips together, and refused to speak or look at anyone.

Yang Xiruo said nothing, only slightly astonished—it was truly unexpected for Zhou Mingjian to speak that way. If it were her, she would have been deeply moved.

The battle energy, now quietly advanced to the first rank, continued to grow stronger alongside the killing aura. Though Ye Tian couldn’t say precisely by how much, the sense of increased energy was unmistakable.

At this moment, on Zhong Huayang’s computer, the kill count had already reached fifty to twenty—a one and a half times difference, impossible to recover from.

I laughed and walked out of Allure. In a dark, yin-infused alley behind Allure, I used copper coins and a Taiji Bagua mirror to open a passage for the cats, telling them the delivery address. Watching the cats vanish into the alley, I finally called Ah Xiong, instructing his people to be ready for the delivery.

Jin Siyu lifted his head, his round, shining eyes blinking at the handsome man before him, furrowing his fine brows in deep thought.

Zhao Mu suddenly became busy, ordering his men to search the Han estate from top to bottom, looking for any hidden objects.